Hey Peg;
Hey Bella;
Do you two have anything interesting planned for this summer besides badmouthing guys? I'd like you to meet Pixie, Dixie and Trixie.
The Four of us along with The 'WeekendWinnerWorkShop Crew' are hosting a 1 ,2 ,3 Step Summer Marathon at TriVoltaHouse.
There will be bottomless coffee pots, cookies and Big Books all around.

Yeah, we are doing this Summer Special for Newcomers.And perhaps if we get Lucky some Old Timers will show up to review their stuff and be a power of example.'Hot Fun in the Sun for EveryOne' is our motto this year.(catchy ain't it?)We have 21 pair of Free Tickets to give away.To request yours simply send an email to admin@weekendwinnerworkshop.orgInclude your Real Name, your written story and a valid email address. Subject is: I wanna Free 1, 2, 3. The tickets will be sent to your valid email address.

War fever ran high in the New England townto which we new, young officers from Platts-burg were assigned, and we were flattered when thefirst citizens took us to their homes, making us feelheroic. Here was love, applause, war; moments sub-lime with intervals hilarious. I was part of life at last,and in the midst of the excitement I discovered liquor.I forgot the strong warnings and the prejudices of mypeople concerning drink. In time we sailed for “OverThere.’’ I was very lonely and again turned to alcohol.We landed in England. I visited Winchester Cathe-dral. Much moved, I wandered outside. My attentionwas caught by a doggerel on an old tombstone:

“Here lies a Hampshire GrenadierWho caught his death Drinking cold small beer. A good soldier is ne’er forgot Whether he dieth by musketOr by pot.”

Ominous warning—which I failed to heed.Twenty-two, and a veteran of foreign wars, I wenthome at last. I fancied myself a leader, for had not themen of my battery given me a special token of appre-ciation? My talent for leadership, I imagined, wouldplace me at the head of vast enterprises which I wouldmanage with the utmost assurance.